So maybe it was poor time management. Maybe it was faulty communication. Maybe it was somebody's fault. Maybe it was that "last day of vacation and I don't want to leave" mentality. Maybe it was simply irresponsible behavior.
Whatever it was, it was 4:30 and we were still 10 miles from the airport, on a crowded freeway, trying to make a 5:30 flight. Traffic was heavy, and we had no exact change which required waiting for the change line at the toll booths. We still had to check bags, print boarding passes, and turn in the rental car. This would all be before we would have to stand in long lines (at Orlando International it is more accurately known as a crowd) at security before we could reclaim our carry-ons, grab our shoes, and run for the shuttle to our gate.
Remarkably, we made it to the gate at 5:15, just as the inbound flight was deplaning. Molly was flushed, Scout was gasping for air, and I was looking for the paddles to restart my heart. We all made it on the flight and back to Nashville - well, all but one of our checked bags (mine).
What a way to end a vacation!!
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